Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

I look at the neat black hair between her legs , she gives me a seductive smile hooking her leg around my waist. " I need you so badly Azriel." she moans seductively in my ear. A growl erupts from my chest as I push her on the floor. " Don’t you dare ever touch me you filth." I growl glaring at her. Marica is a nymph who has power of beauty to wrap any men around her finger , she is the exact definition of beauty but from inside it's all dark and filthy. " Azriel." she yells standing up. " Cover yourself up Marica because your seducing spells dont work on me." I roll my eyes.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

“Isn’t it magnificent? Think of all the eligible gentlemen inside—earls, dukes, perhaps even foreign princes!” “And one crown prince,” their father added pointedly, his stern gaze fixed on Priscilla. “Remember why we are here.” Isabelle gazed up at the palace—an imposing monolith of white marble and vast windows that reflected the late afternoon sun like a thousand watching eyes. Towers ascended toward the heavens, and intricate stone carvings adorned every cornice and column. It was beautiful, yes, but beautiful in the way a bird of prey was beautiful— magnificent and terrifying in equal measure.

was all Anberine said as she focused on her work. Frowning but nodding Perceval walked out the room silently while Helga ran after him with a skip in her step, knowing that they were going to achieve their goal of overthrowing the king was going to be a reality. Plus enchanting the prince to do their dirty work was only a bonus in their book given how much of a tyrant he was even towards their friend. Besides there wasn’t much of a cure for the ‘curse’ so they were golden as long as the one who enchants him stays alive for as long as possible... or they could just get rid of him once they were finished with him.

When Vexon stood up, I was so nervous. A blonde guy brought a crown. All gasped as its beauty; it was full of diamonds and ruby stones. I was awestruck at the marvelous crown. "I designed this crown for my Mafia Gladiolus Queen. It has ruby stones in it, which would represent that she's the only queen of the ling. And she has every right on him," Vexon breathed out and took the crown. I was so surprised. He put the crown on my head. "And I want to say, my queen, you look so beautiful. My eyes never left you, ever since I saw you. I love you," Vexon confessed, which instantly melted my heart.

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Without my mother’s help, I would not be kneeling here ready to become Queen. “As I place this crown onto you, Isabella Nightlock, I crown thee Alpha Queen to the werewolf nation of Canada.” My father finalizes the coronation, the weight of the crown being placed on top of my head. It is heavier than I expected since the crown is made of white gold and moonstones. I had seen the concept art before and listened to how the designer explained the intricate design of the moon in its many phases. I fell in love with the design at first glance, the last of five being shown to me two years before my coronation, as the crown would have to be constructed for today. To now wear something meant for me

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

I am Chief Witch and Queen, and she has no right to speak before me. I pursed my lips and went back to the bedroom, a little angry. Nuri is mine, and I will never let Azariah win. …… After dawn, the ceremony went on as planned. Compared with the coronation, it was a simple ceremony, but a lot warmer. I stood among the witches, enjoying their blessings, and then, in everyone's smile, took the crown of power. I have three crowns. The gold crown for the Queen, the crystal crown from Lowa, and the laurel crown for the chief witch.